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Breathing Wonder

( I )

This has got to stop,

this has got to end.

 

I can't go on holding my breath,

every time you walk past and

brush my hand.

 

Suffocating in an empty room.

 

It's got to stop, but oh Christ,

I'm the last person who will ask it to.

 

( II )

If You're Wondering

Yes.

I do still jump when

our knees, or socks,

touch.

Goes straight thru me

like a bolt of electric

shock.

And I like it very much.

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